A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Xiaohe and her classmate Sun Yao carried mops, rags, and water bottles, preparing to go to the water room to fetch water and clean the exhibition area.

Zhang Yao nudged Xiao He's arm with her elbow and asked in a low voice, "Is that new guy who came today Sister Ding's boyfriend?"

Xiaohe nodded: "Yes, I just asked Sister Ding, and she said it's her boyfriend."

The student's eyes lit up, widening in surprise, and a strange light shone within them.

"What? You also want to find a partner in the military?" Xiaohe saw through her thoughts.

"You don't want to? How outstanding are you? Putting aside your physique and appearance, your style and sense of responsibility are far superior to some of the men I've met," Zhang Yao said with a smile in a low voice.

It's no wonder the young girl had such thoughts. Putting aside their appearance and physique, Lu Weidong and Wang Hao stood out from the crowd with their inherent military bearing.

Moreover, Lu Weidong has a flawless face and figure, yet these two people dote on their lovers to the extreme, their words and actions filled with respect and affection.

College students of this era have a broader perspective and more advanced ideas than ordinary young people.

They have developed their own criteria for identifying high-quality partners. Their aspirations for love and the future are no longer vague fantasies, but have a concrete direction.

In an era when "women choosing men" and "women pursuing men" are not often discussed openly, they have already dared to think about it and dared to say it.

When they see an outstanding member of the opposite sex, they won't hide their longing and expectation for a beautiful relationship.

"And didn't you notice that they both seem more cultured? They're very respectful of women in their speech and manners." Zhang Yao picked up the thermos, ready to get some water.

"I think soldiers are great, it's just that I don't have a way to get to know them." She smiled and glanced back at Xiao He. "What do you think, could Sister Ding introduce us?"

Xiao He smiled, looked at Zhang Yao, took a deep breath and sighed, "I don't need to, you can ask Sister Ding."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yao asked, leaning closer. "Why?"

"Hmm..." Xiaohe stopped washing the rag, pondered for a moment, "I do want something else."

"What? Who have you taken a fancy to?" Zhang Yao leaned in close, her eyes wide. Suddenly remembering something, she lowered her voice and said in a strained tone, "You...you wouldn't have fallen for Teacher Ye's lover, would you? I see you looking at him all the time!"

Xiao He slapped her hard and pulled her to the corner of the water room.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xiao He's voice was low but her tone urgent. "Does 'looking at' and 'liking' mean the same thing?"

"Yeah... I glanced at it too, hehehe..." Zhang Yao shrank her neck, muttered to herself, and laughed a little guiltyly.

Xiaohe didn't reply. She wrung out the rag, her fingers clenching until they turned white, a strange emotion welling up inside her.

"Hey? You still haven't told me what you want more?" Zhang Yao's words pulled her back from her chaotic thoughts.

Xiao He was wringing out the mop when she heard her words, and she slowly turned her head to look at Xiao He.

"Their partners are very outstanding, but don't you think it's because Teacher Ye and Sister Ding are outstanding themselves that they attract such people?" she said slowly.

The student paused for a moment, then leaned closer and asked curiously, "Teacher Ye is indeed very capable. And what does that lady, also named Ding Jiahe, do?"

Zhang Yao had no idea what Ding Jiahe actually did.

When Ye Wenxi first introduced Ding Jiahe, she didn't mention that she was a soldier; she only said that she was a friend who came to help.

As they got to know each other better, Ding Jiahe often needed Xiao He's help to move things, saying that she couldn't exert too much force because of her arm injury. As they became more familiar with each other, Xiao He gradually revealed some of her experiences in the army.

Xiaohe pieced together this information and got a general idea of ​​what was going on.

"Sister Ding is a military doctor," Xiao He said while washing the linen.

"She's a military doctor? How come she's also a male actor? How come she's here helping to sell goods?" Zhang Yao asked as she walked.

"Because she is a combat hero who went to Yunnan to fight in the war, and was wounded in the arm by a bullet, she is currently on leave." Xiao He stopped and looked at Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao's mouth dropped open, her face filled with disbelief. She had thought Ding Jiahe was just Ye Wenxi's friend, and just a pretty male actress; she never imagined Ding Jiahe had such a legendary background. Zhang Yao was so shocked that she stood frozen in place.

Neither of them spoke, but each was lost in their own thoughts.

Xiao He was in a state of confusion. Although she had just denied it to Zhang Yao with a smile, she couldn't help but keep looking at Lu Weidong, as if something was pulling her, drawing her gaze to that person, like a thread leading her to a place she shouldn't be.

But she knew in her heart that she shouldn't have any feelings for him.

Fortunately, every time her gaze drifted over, she saw Ye Wenxi standing side by side with her.

Ye Wenxi was like a shining star. Her composure, determination, wisdom and resilience acted like a calming force, suppressing the restlessness and unease in her heart.

Thinking of this, Xiao He's hand, which was wringing out the rag, suddenly stopped.

As if she had suddenly figured something out, she grasped Ye Wenxi as her "anchor" amidst her chaotic thoughts, and following the "anchor," she saw a clear path and direction.

Xiao He slowly opened her mouth, it was unclear whether she was speaking to Zhang Yao or to herself.

"If it weren't for Teacher Ye and Sister Ding, I would probably still consider finding an 'excellent' partner as an important part of my life, just like before." Xiao He's voice was soft and slow, as if it were flowing out from a very deep place.

"They are indeed enviable, but what I envy is not who they married, but their freedom and excellence." She looked into Zhang Yao's eyes and said this. "They are like light, bright and clear."

"So... you're comparing them to fire, and yourself to a moth drawn to the flame?" Zhang Yao asked tentatively.

"Yes!" Xiao Heli nodded. "It's because I saw them that I decided to stop being a moth drawn to a beautiful mate."

At this point, Xiaohe took a deep breath, as if she had finally snapped a thread. Her gaze settled, and she said steadily:

"I want to be a woman like Teacher Ye."

The moment those words were spoken again, the tearing and chaotic feeling in Xiaohe's heart completely dissipated.

At that moment, she suddenly felt clear-headed and at ease, experiencing an unprecedented sense of relaxation and joy.

Zhang Yao stared blankly at Xiao He, holding the mop. Water dripped from the mop, forming a small puddle on the floor, reflecting the yellowish light overhead. Zhang Yao slowly processed the conversation and the shock she had just experienced, as if something had gently bumped into her heart.

At this moment, the two young women experienced different degrees of awakening.

Ye Wenxi's existence and words, unknowingly, created ripples of karma that deeply entangled the two women, breaking them out of their predetermined paths.

The gears of fate collapsed and shattered here, only to recombine and slowly turn again.

Where does the rotatable shape lead?